Today I walked to Kiwanis Park for the first time without her. With every single step was a reminder of our walks there. Our stopping to get drinks at Circle-K, past all of bus stops along the way and her stopping to introduce herself to any potential brand new friend who may be sitting there waiting for her to come into their life. Walking over the canal bridge, then carefully crossing the railroad tracks, and finally taking the bike path that led to our favorite place by the water where we would sit and talk for hours, the whole time with me holding her hand and playing with her fingers.
Then I remembered that she wanted to go there a few months ago and I just didn't feel up to it.
I hope she doesn't mind that I don't think I can ever go back to that park again.